Claiming Macie (Crave and Claimed 2)

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he asked. To help her feel it, he pressed his rock-hard cock against her, and she whimpered.

“That’s right.”

Her gaze was on him, and with that one look, he saw the fire in her eyes. She wanted this.

“Macie, you need to tell me to stop.” So far, she hadn’t said a word, and he didn’t know if he was going to be able to control himself, not with her.

“I don’t want you to stop. I want this. I want to be here with you.”

He growled as he took possession of her mouth once again. This wasn’t gentle. It was hard, and she submitted to him. He felt it as she ran her hands up his chest, going around his neck and holding on.

Sliding his hand down her back, he gripped her ass, drawing her closer to him, not wanting to let him go, hungry for her body. Desperate for her, craving every single inch of her. He’d never felt this way before.

Picking her up in his arms, he heard her slight gasp.

“I’m too heavy.”

“You’re perfect.” And he wasn’t lying. He loved the feel of her ass in his hands as he showed her to his bedroom.

The bed was the dominant feature, large and inviting, and as he dropped Macie down, he went to her feet, helping her to ease off the sneakers, followed by her socks. He took note of the sewn tips. She clearly couldn’t afford new socks, and he made a quick reminder to delve deeper into her life. To find out everything there was to know about this woman.

With her feet bare, he helped her to her up and slid his hands to the opening of her uniform. It was a horrible blue thing that had so many stains on it from months of her working.

Hearing the fabric tear was so fucking sweet.

She let out a little yelp, but again, he’d deal with everything.

Macie wasn’t going to have to worry about a thing from now on because he was going to be the one to take care of her. No questions asked. This woman was everything.

In two easy movements, he had her bra and panties on the floor, and Macie was completely naked where he could soak up his fill of her beautiful body. She was so curvy. Nice large tits, full hips, an ass he wanted to bite and grip with equal measure.

He wanted it all.

She went to cover her tits, but he captured her hands and shook his head. “No, never hide from me. You are beautiful, Macie. Don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise.”

He’d personally destroy anyone who hurt this precious woman.

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Macie couldn’t believe she was naked in Wilson’s apartment. This stuff didn’t happen to her, ever. She nibbled on her lip, not exactly sure what happened, but knew she was happy that it had.

Her pussy was so wet, and her nipples were tight. She wanted to see Wilson naked, to touch him, but so far, all he did was look at her.

For many years, she’d been told to be ashamed of her body. No one liked the fat girl, but by the way Wilson looked at her, she was anything but in his eyes.

Being called fat wasn’t the only insult she’d heard over the years. There had been plenty to take its place, mostly because of her difficulty in learning.

Wilson took a step back, reached out, and stroked her cheek.

“Come here,” he said.

She moved closer to him, and he took her hands, placing them on his body. She felt how firm and hard he was beneath her hands.

“Take my clothes off.”

Her mouth felt dry, but she did as he asked, going to his suit jacket first, then to his shirt, peeling it off and revealing his impressive body. Every single part of him was rock solid, and she couldn’t resist grazing her fingers across his chest.

He captured her wrist, and she quickly looked up into his eyes. He put her palm on his chest, where she felt his heart beating and the warmth of his body. With his grip still on her wrist, he pushed her hand down his body until she got to the edge of his trousers. “Take them off.”

His voice seemed even rougher than usual.

Sinking to her knees before him, she began to open the button and slid the zipper down.

“Oh, fuck, now that is a pretty sight.”

She glanced up at him. “What?”

“You. On your knees in front of me. So fucking beautiful.”

She couldn’t help but smile as she put her hands on the edge of his trousers and started to pull them down.

The hard ridge of his cock was easily outlined through his boxer briefs, and it made her a little nervous. Just because she was a virgin didn’t mean that she didn’t know what having sex meant.